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I recently realized as I was thinking of something to write about that all my life I have never asked for anything and have been without. And I am tired of it. Why should I go without and not have anything? What is the point?

It’s not as if I don’t have anything, but it always feels like a struggle all the time. When I grew up at eighteen I moved out and went to work for a bank and have always had a job. I have always had what I needed but was never happy. Why should I struggle?

I have always been a quiet, shy person and someone that didn’t want to get in anyone’s way. Standing in the corner when I was young as “punishment” for “misbehaving” caused all that.

I always made the best of my circumstances, but why did I have those circumstances in the first place. To come from a family that had next to nothing, I guess I didn’t have a choice, but why did they not have anything to start off with. My maiden name is Fuchs (pronounced fooks) and I found some interesting history about it.

My ancestors were from Bavaria, and they were noble families, and we had castles and wealth. Of course, this was in 1267; Ulrich Fuchs was the castle owner. Bavaria became a kingdom of its own in 1806. The surname branched into varying names and the relations moved into many branches and finally settled in Prussia, Pomerania and East Prussia.

Status and financial holdings were improved by intermarrying with distinguished families. Some were later raised to the ranks of nobility in 1781. Baron Josef von Fuchs, a powerful Viennese merchant, was elevated to the status of count.

Other relatives would include doctors, a botanist, politicians, and mathematicians. The color fuchsia was named after Leonhard Fuchs. All in all from the 1700s to the mid-1900s the name of Fuchs came to the North America and settled in pockets of Pennsylvania, Texas, New York, Illinois, California as well as Canada. Ultimately, the name became prominent through contributions to society as artists, poets, financiers, explorers and geologists.

Some also were farmers, which may have been my ancestry line, because going back through Ancestry.com that particular trade came up a lot; as did living in a poorhouse.

Often the poorhouse was situated on the grounds of a poor farm on which able-bodied residents were required to work…



Jo Ann Harris, Writer of Daily Musings

Writing on Medium since 2018. Writer for Crow’s Feet, Family and Children, Illumination, About Me, Memorist. I write on a myriad of subjects with you in mind